Or, to be sure, this is where the window used to be
I once decorated it in a christmas theme, with cotton snow and all
I knew those things, I knew what was cool
because I had just got home from the business school

The place where I sit and write this
Is the place where Dad’s buddy stood with a video camera on his shoulder
And shot me and my schoolmates (and I was the Phantom, waving to the crowd)
As we drove around the city, at least four times, all mighty and proud.

The place where I sit and write this
Is where I made my best mixed tapes
And where good old Mr Grön picked me up for my first driving lession
Then proceeded to have his own afternoon napping session

The place where I sit and write this
Is where I gave my first interview
“A star was born, he’s got potential,” they said, I think
And they asked what the star liked to eat and drink

The place where I sit and write this
Is the place where the washing machines used to be
When Dad was the manager of the store
But, I’m sure you guessed it by now: the store is no more

The place where I sit and write this
Is now another coffeeshop, with cookies and latte
There’s a new building, new business where my life used to be
But they do have wireless internet, and they let me use it for free